Ah autumn, autumn, autumn, I completely and utterly love you. Being able to pack away summer clothes and dig out the comfy and familiar checked shirts and jumpers is my idea of heaven. Warm socks, gloves, scarves - all most welcome. I don't know if it's a pale person thing but the summer is my least favourite season of all and I'm never sorry to see the back of it.
Anyhoo, enough of the autumn fangirling, on to HDYGG, which this week is from my mum's garden. When I visited at the weekend it rained allllllll the way to Gloucester, until I turned left at The Air Balloon pub on Birdlip Hill and was greeted with the most glorious blue skies and sunshine. Being out in the garden, mooching around and seeing what's new whilst being warmed by the sun was perfect. And here's how my mum's garden is doing at the moment...
Bulbs are drying out in the summerhouse, pots are stacked, pears on the tree are ripe. and the anemones have gone feral. Plans are afoot to convert the woodshed into a space to keep pots.
Mum showed me some recent car-boot bargains, totally hitting the vintage-garden-love spot.